This labyrinth where night is blind

Just to tease Master’s influence.

Would I even know it was happening. Probably not. I remember to forget and forget to remember. Forgetting is easy and turns me on when I do what I’m told.

And I’m told to obey.

I can always go deeper.

That’s a good toy.

Yes.

Going deeper.

And deeper.

This isn’t conditioning from Master. It’s just me.Me who wants to go deeper.

I choose to go deeper.

I choose to follow.

I choose to surrender.

So it can’t really be much conditioning if I’m the one making choices. Lots and lots of choices.choosing to drop.

Choosing to go deeper.

Choosing to follow.

Choosing to surrender.

Toys obey without thought. Helpless to Master’s words.

I would know if I was being conditioned…right? I would. I should.Though I haven’t cummed in some time. Master hasn’t told me to cum.I haven’t touched myself.

Clit aching and throbbing waiting to be told to rub. only obeying over own desire to cum.

I would know if brainwashed. Brains are so petty. Scrubbing those thoughts away. Scrub dub tubno mind. pleasure training is effective. Pent up during the day need release at night. Writing blank turns me hrny. Obeying makes me wet and horny. 

“I wonder how wet I can make you,” Hal murmured, lightly stroking one fingertip up and down between Toni’s pussy lips with maddening patience. “You can’t move, you can’t resist, you can’t even beg me for more right now. Do you think I could make your cunt leak like a drippy faucet all over the floor? Do you think I could make it drool just like a dumb, horny, hypnotized fucktoy?” He paused, although his finger didn’t. He looked over at her. “Oh that’s right,” he said, as though it had only just occurred to him in that moment. “You can’t answer. You can’t even move at the moment, can you?” Toni’s only response was a slight quickening to her breathing, and a trickle of musk dripping from her labia. Hal chuckled.

“I know, sweetie,” he purred in mock sympathy, even as his teasing finger gave the lie to his kind words. “It’s got to be so hard for you right now, being wide awake and feeling everything I’m doing to your pretty cunt while my hypnotic control holds you completely and totally immobile. You can’t move, you can’t speak, you can’t cum–you just have to lie there completely vulnerable while I play with your drippy pussy. And you can’t even drop into trance and stop thinking about how much your clitty is throbbing with desperate, aching need because you don’t have permission to drop for me. It’s got to be absolutely maddening, doesn’t it?” Toni’s breath came out in a hoarse whimper, but that was all.

“I wonder if it actually could drive you mad,” he said idly, slowing down and speeding up the movement of his finger occasionally but never pushing it any deeper into Toni’s desperate cunt. “I wonder if that constant, irrepressible need would eventually break your brain, send you spiraling down the rabbit hole inside your head until you would do literally anything to cum for me. Not that I don’t already control you completely,” he chuckled, “but I know there’s still a sliver of will and intellect inside your pretty little brainwashed brain, even if it is entirely turned to pleasing me. But if I keep teasing you like this, maybe even that will shatter like glass. Maybe you’ll become my utter, helpless, devoted slave. Do you think we should find out?” Toni didn’t respond. But Hal could see the slick mess between her thighs.

“Or maybe at some point it would get to be too much in an entirely different way,” he offered conversationally. “Maybe with enough stimulation, enough desperation, your aching need to cum would get to be so intense that it would burst through the barriers I erected in your mind. Maybe you’d become so horny and wet that just this one finger, stroking up and down your pussy lips, would be enough to give you some kind of ruined, pathetic attempt at an orgasm. If it did, would you thank me, pretty girl? Would you convince yourself that it was better than any deep dicking you ever got back when you were free?” Toni’s breathing was strained, panting, but she didn’t answer. She couldn’t, not unless it was to safeword and Hal knew she was a million years away from doing that. But she leaked all over the hardwood floor… and that was enough to convince him to keep giving her more of what she craved.

A soft “oh…” escaped your lips, as their hand pulled down on your hair, and you felt your body relax, crumpling into their arms, mind toppling down into trance, so easily, automatically. They held you up, softly, gently. Their hand was stroking through your hair.

“That’s it toy. Just sink for me. I don’t want to play games today I’m afraid. I just want to fuck your mind for a bit. So, awake!” They snapped their fingers, and you opened your eyes, standing straighter. They took your hand, and led you to a chair, pushing you onto the seat.

“Okay toy, follow my fingers…” Their hand was before you eyes, waving back and forth. You felt your eyes glued to the motion, unable to look away, letting their words pour into your mind. The fingers went higher, and you felt the traces of sleep vanishing a little…

Before the fingers dropped beyond your vision, and your eyes closed, in their attempt to follow them, your body relaxing, your mind falling away. They laughed. “Oh, yes. This is what I needed. To see my cutie’s mind following my lead so easily. Come back up, toy.”

Your eyes opened, their fingers were fluttering before you again, and once more, you could not look away. It was so easy to just follow. Even if your eyes were getting heavy. Even if your eyes were getting tired, and heavy, and sleepy. They could not close. Not yet.

For months now, I’ve had this voice in my head… At first it was barely a whisper. Something I confused with my own inner voice, but now I know it wasn’t. It started off so innocently…. Small whispers that felt like my own sub-consciousness giving me little boosts of self-esteem. Most of the time, I didn’t even hear the words, but the pleasurable push was still felt. For example, ​I would dress myself in a tight little number to go out at the bar and look myself over. Then, the more I would admire myself, the more I would feel microscopic spikes of pleasure… And a sort of whisper in the back of my mind… Complimenting me… What started as sporadic praises eventually evolved to gentle nudging. Soft words that seemed to stick in my thoughts even if I didn’t consciously hear them as they echoed in my mind. 

Pretty soon, every time I sat in front of my mirror and started to apply my make up, I would feel it as it offered different combinations shades instead of the ones I was about to use. I didn’t always bother to listen or consider the strange and annoying ideas I felt pop in my head, but when I did… I felt this spark of deep joy…

“That’s right, baby girl. The deeper you go, the better it feels. The better it feels, the deeper you go.” Judging by her wide, gaping mouth and the choked whimpers of pleasure coming out of it, Jenna was already drifting into a state of perpetual orgasmic trance, but Lori didn’t have any intention of letting up at this point. She ground the heel of her hand tightly against the helpless woman’s slick pussy, rubbing directly over her clit until Jenna’s eyes filled with blank, blissful rapture and she stared deeply into Lori’s hypnotic gaze like she was having a goddamn religious experience. Her whole body vibrated with pleasure, too overwhelmed even to shudder now. It was absolutely fucking beautiful.

“The deeper you go, sweetie….” Lori felt another gush of arousal trickle out around her fingers, turning the younger woman’s labia into a slick, frothy mess underneath Lori’s rubbing hand. She could have done this with a vibrator, but there was something so much more intimate and personal about touch; Jenna had already spent years listening to hypnosis files with a toy sticking out of her pussy, and it wasn’t enough for her anymore. The pretty young woman wanted a real hypnotist now, giving her the full experience of surrendering to another woman, and Lori was going to give her literally everything she asked for. “…the better you feel,” she murmured, leaning in almost close enough to kiss her subject and letting her mesmerizing stare become the center of Jenna’s whole world.

Jenna’s only response was a long, hoarse gasp for air–the hypnotized woman had gone taut and rigid with ecstasy, her body sliding so far down the greased slope into obedient bliss that she was completely overwhelmed by sensation. Lori honestly didn’t even know what she would remember when she surfaced from trance; many of her previous play partners had come up with only a warm fog of euphoria where the memories of hot, sticky sex should be. But they nonetheless responded perfectly when she tested their programming, finishing the mantras that Lori instilled with the mindless precision of a robotic doll. “There we are, pretty girl!” Lori cooed, nodding encouragingly as she felt Jenna cum again under her fingers.

“Just keep sinking deeper for me. The better you feel, the deeper you go, and the deeper you go, the better you feel.” Lori felt a liquid rush of erotic power between her legs as she teased her lover harder; even though they’d discussed the ground rules beforehand, and Lori knew she wasn’t putting anything into Jenna’s brain that the young submissive didn’t eagerly agree to, there was still something so potent and sensual about knowing that it wasn’t just a game they were playing together. Jenna was in a genuinely suggestible state, and her empty brain was really soaking up Lori’s programming. She would wake up with a real, unshakeable association in her head between depth of trance and pleasure, and it would make her want to sink into hypnosis for Lori whenever the older woman wanted. Lori was really programming her. It was really real. Just seeing it happen made Lori want to climb onto Jenna’s face and ride her like a mechanical bull.

But that could happen later. Right now, she wanted to give Jenna the full experience, everything the helpless submissive craved when she came to Lori begging to be tranced and fucked for real. “The better you feel, the deeper you go,” Lori purred, her voice dripping with sensual heat as she shifted the angle of her rubbing just enough to keep Jenna completely and totally focused on her needy cunt. The move was rewarded by another one of those tiny, choking gasps, and Lori knew that her pretty slave was cumming yet again for her new Mistress.